New Year, New Garden Project

I’ve been a garden blogger for almost 3 years now, gardening and blogging have been my ultimate passion, where I’ve shared my gardening journey and my mental health journey too. I have suffered from depression since the age of 17. I’ve always shared this freely and try use my blog space to help others who…

New Beginnings, Let’s Get Reacquainted!

Yep, out she crawls from the woodwork like some sort of drunken hungover mess, Nahh I’m totally fucking with ya, I ain’t drunk, or hungover or in a mess for that matter, but I am taking a short steady stroll rather than a crawl back to the land of blog-ville! Man I’ve missed writing, even…

I Lost My Way – Changes, not GDPR related

Once Upon a time, there was this little weird garden girl, who swore a lot but we can forgive her that,  as she was dead set on saving the world! But …. she got stuck for a while in the blogtastic universe and lost some (not all) of her funk. OK let me break it…

I can’t run, I can only grow!

  This is probably one of the strangest posts I’ve written yet. I’ve been pondering how to go about an update for some time – yet I also don’t fully understand where I am with everything. But life has a funny way of unfurling (I love that word). Let’s start at the beginning.  Most of…

Hitting The Wall On Allotment!

When the day arrives when you get the call to say your name has come up next on the waiting list for an allotment,  I don’t think anything is more exciting! You sign the papers and this lovely bit of earth is yours and you are filled with enthusiasm and grand plans for cultivation. You’re…

Real Talk…..

My last blog post in May was from a very fragile place. I was suffering heavily from severe depression, that came out of nowhere and hit me like a tonne of rubble. I’ve suffered the black dog since my teens so I now know how to recognise the signs of the dog creeping in, but this time I…

The REAL me and why I choose to grow!

I always worry about talking about ‘the REAL life’ stuff on my blog incase people just don’t want to hear it, but here goes. For the longest time I have suffered from depression. It started in my late teens leading to full blown panic attacks on a daily basis from the age of 17. My…